I am free as the wind
but afraid of the hill
of ego that stands on
the way and pushes me
back to the place where
from I started my journey
Sometimes it is hard walking into the wind others blow in your direction. I really like this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply, a poet is like a free bird dear poet. Enjoy flying all across the sky freely and gleefully.